A War That Began Like a Tiger and Ended Like a Snake? All-Heaven Star Formation, Arise!

Southern Heavenly Gate.

A black mass of densely packed demon soldiers and generals wore grave expressions, the hands clutching their weapons trembling uncontrollably.

Though there were only several hundred people on the other side, while they had tens of billions,

those were the Witch Clan's Twelve Ancestral Witches and all the High Witches under their command!

Minor soldiers like them would be left dead and wounded in droves by a casual slap from the other side.

"So few people?"

Seeing that Dijiang had brought only a few hundred people, a trace of suspicion flashed through Dijun's eyes.

What was Zhu Jiuyin plotting again?

Even within the Demon Race, Zhu Jiuyin's title as the Witch Clan's sage was renowned far and wide.

The Law of Time allowed him to see the future; he was both troublesome and shameless.

Dijun had originally intended to seize this opportunity to begin the war directly and decide victory or defeat in this battle.

Although Dijiang's side had few people, they held the home-field advantage and numerical superiority.

Yet he no longer wanted to make a move. When something was out of the ordinary, there had to be a demon at work.

The scouts had previously reported that the Witch Clan's major tribes were sharpening their blades and feeding their horses.

And this was the result?

Several hundred High Witches and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were certainly immensely powerful, but as the Witch Clan's sworn enemy, he knew well that this was not the Witch Clan's full strength. Even the High Witches who had come here were not all of the Witch Clan's High Witches.

Coming to smash someone's place without bringing all their forces—were they here to smash the place, or to deliver themselves to death?"

"Or had Dijiang grown so arrogant that he believed these people alone could wipe out my Demon Race?"

At that thought, fury rose in Dijun's eyes as he said coldly.

"Dijiang, did you bring this handful of people to my Heavenly Court to seek death?"

"I came to smash your place!"

Dijiang said bluntly.

"You three-legged, feathered crow really are petty. You did not invite my Witch Clan to such a major affair. Are you looking down on my Witch Clan?!"

Dijiang's voice was like rolling heavenly thunder, deafening to the ears.

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"If you want to fight, then fight. Since when did you Wu Man become so refined and polite?"

Unable to restrain himself, Taiyi summoned the Chaos Bell and shouted.

"Second Brother, calm down. Something is strange about this!"

Dijun raised a hand to stop Taiyi and stared deeply at Dijiang.

Strange—far too strange.

These brutes were actually playing first courtesy, then force?

There was a twelve-out-of-ten chance that something was wrong.

"Dijiang, what exactly do you intend by coming here this time?"

"I already said I came to challenge your place. Can't you feathered crow understand? Fine, I'll put it more clearly. You and I will fight. If you win, my Witch Clan will acknowledge the existence of your Heavenly Court. If you lose, get out of the Heavenly Court!"

Impatience appeared on Dijiang's face.

After saying that, he looked at Houtu and asked in a low voice, "Little Sister, did I say anything wrong?"

"Big Brother, leave it to me."

"No. This is my war, and I must face it myself. Guard the field for me."

Dijun shook his head.

"I accept your proposal!"

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"Wasn't the Witch-Demon war supposed to leave rivers of blood? Where was even the Twelve Heavenly Capitals Formation?"

Why did the course of the Primordial World seem a little off? It couldn't be that the overall trend of the Primordial World had quietly changed because of me, could it? Was this another version of the Primordial World?

Lu Chen secretly felt puzzled.

The current Primordial World had become something he could no longer understand.

"It is rare to see Dijiang and Dijun meet without immediately fighting."

Hong Yun said with a smile.

"Mm."

On the other side, Dijun and Dijiang had already begun fighting. There was nothing flashy about their clash.

Dijun directly transformed into his true form, the Three-Legged Golden Crow, held the River Diagram and Luo Writing above his head, and scorched everything with Great Sun Golden Flame.

Dijiang, meanwhile, relied on his formidable physical body to withstand the Great Sun Golden Flame. His fists struck the River Diagram and Luo Writing again and again, and after several punches, he had beaten it until it swayed on the verge of collapse.

The Great Sun Golden Flame possessed the power to burn mountains and boil seas, standing on par with the Phoenix Clan's Nanli Bright Flame. Its might was astonishing.

Though Dijiang's body was powerful, he could not completely resist the scorching of the Great Sun Golden Flame. Faint charred marks appeared over his sculpted muscles.

"Why did this battle feel so childish?"

Lu Chen pulled out a spirit fruit from his sleeve, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed away.

"Mm, this does not fit the Witch Clan's temperament. Besides, Dijun's strength is no match for Dijiang's. Even with the River Diagram and Luo Writing, he will not be able to hold on for long."

"In other words, Dijiang was going easy on him."

"More than going easy. Aside from Sages, Dijiang is currently the strongest. Even Taiyi, who possesses the Chaos Bell, falls a notch short."

"He was even going that easy on him. What exactly was the Witch Clan planning...?"

Lu Chen stroked his chin. Once he realized that Dijiang was going easy, he lost interest in continuing to watch. Even Taiyi, the Heavenly Court's War God, was currently no match for Dijiang, so naturally Dijun was not either.

As for who won or lost—or how long it would take to win—that depended on just how much Dijiang held back.

Lu Chen turned his gaze toward the Witch Clan and paused briefly on Houtu. Unexpectedly, Houtu noticed him; as she looked back at him, she even blinked.

"Damn it, I was fooled!"

A bitter smile appeared on Lu Chen's face.

"They said beautiful women were the best at deceiving people. The ancients truly did not deceive me."

He had once thought that, like the other members of the Witch Clan, Houtu had nothing but muscles in her head.

Now it seemed that Houtu had long understood the meaning behind his words, yet had deliberately pretended not to.

It seemed that this Witch-Demon battle was going to begin like a tiger and end like a snake.

Lu Chen, who had wanted to see rivers of blood, found it somewhat regrettable.

"Refreshing!"

Dijiang sent Dijun flying with a single punch. Standing in the void, he threw back his head and laughed loudly, paying no heed whatsoever to the scorch marks on his body.

"What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Even with Dijun's deep scheming, his face darkened now.

He felt that Dijiang had not come for a decisive battle, but simply to humiliate him.

"Form the formation!"

Killing intent flashed through Dijun's eyes. Even if the Witch Clan truly had some scheme now, he no longer wanted to think about it. So long as he captured the Ancestral Witches and these High Witches, the remaining Witch Clan would be nothing to fear.

Buzz.

Several hundred streams of light rose into the sky from the Demon Race army.

Neither more nor less—three hundred and sixty-five.

"All-Heaven Star Formation, arise!"

Dijun cast out the River Diagram and Luo Writing. From the boundless starry sky above, streams of starlight descended and entered those beams of light. Dijun and Taiyi served as the formation's cores, standing respectively in the positions of the Solar Star and Firmament Star.

The formation was complete!

A profound and powerful pressure surged from the great formation, shaking heaven and earth. Beyond the Southern Heavenly Gate, a starry vista emerged, with countless stars glittering.

"The Demon Race actually possesses such a great formation!"

Several dozen streams of light flew out from Lingxiao Palace and arrived at the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Laozi and Yuanshi led the group, followed closely by the two Sages of the West, then great powers such as Styx.

Sensing the aura erupting from the All-Heaven Star Formation, solemnity appeared in Laozi and Yuanshi's eyes.

The formation laid down by Dijun and Taiyi had completely transcended the Quasi-Saint realm in terms of aura.

It had reached the Sage level!

"I never expected the Demon Race to have gained such power without making a sound."

Yuanshi narrowed his eyes. No matter how many Quasi-Saints or Great Luos the Demon Race possessed, he would not care, because the gap between a Sage and a Quasi-Saint lay there in plain sight. Before a Sage, a Quasi-Saint was merely a slightly stronger ant, still something that could be casually exterminated.

But the All-Heaven Star Formation was different. It allowed the Demon Race to wield Sage-level power. Though it was only a formation and its power was limited, it was Sage-level power nonetheless.

To them, it counted as a threat.

And any threat had to be strangled in the cradle.

"These three-legged crows truly cannot be underestimated. If we had come up and fought directly, he really might have caught us unprepared."

Surprise appeared on Dijiang's face. Grinning, he raised his head toward the heavens and shouted.

"Heavenly Dao, this war was provoked by the Demon Race. My Witch Clan was merely forced to meet the battle."

After saying that, he turned around and roared.

"Brothers, it is time for a bloody battle!"

Boom!

A pitch-black palace smashed through the clouds and appeared at the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Beneath the palace was an innumerable Witch Clan army.